Frog Applause by Teresa Burritt for December 04, 2023

Yeah, they’re hard to find in winter.

Disappointment knows no bounds.

not a good sign dude

Blow fly come bother me

Blow fly come land on me

Blow fly lay eggs on me

So I’ll belong to somebody

You have consumed too much MSG, they do not want to risk getting Chinese Restaurant Syndrome

…I had a long winded monolog written here…

…which expertly went from random points about Jeff Goldblum…

…to capitalism taking over the church’s taking over the winter solstice with Christmas…

…

…ending with THY SHALL NOT COVET …

…and Christmas time…

…not exactly going hand & hand…

…but that was the exact time one of my freakin’ *AI*s decided to shut my phone off and reboot…

…the good news…

…Hey!…

…I’m being read! …

We do keep our most important wounds open don’t we.

Maybe,just maybe it’s infected and a blow fly isn’t interested in getting involved with your disgusting opened wound!

stupid blow flies.

Maybe if you took off your hat …

For prompt service, show up at the emergency room with an oozing head-wound.

If only you hadn’t treated your head wound. He didn’t want to be a blow fly in the ointment.

I wonder if it was a horsefly?

P.S. Sharp Dressed Man never ages.

The ultimate blowoff …!

Of course, the dung beetles got there first.

At least Now you know who your true friends are.

Hurts, don’t it.

About three years ago I had a bit of minor surgery on my scalp. Of course, there’s not enough spare skin to suture things back up, so I had to walk around for six weeks with a sponge taped tightly to my topknot, with a tube coming out of it leading to a contraption I had to carry around, the size of a lunch box, called a wound-vac. It was a sh!tty time. I looked like a freaking cyborg. And didn’t feel that great.

Not good if you have gangrene.

You know, your blood sugar may be too low. You can catch more flies with sugar.

Count yourself lucky, and don’t brag about it too much. You never know who might be listening to your lame claim….

…I have two bites or something else on my head…

…one high on my semi-bald forehead…

…the other just above the nape of my neck…

…from some form of urge or tradition I pick at them constantly…

…they seldom if ever bleed even a little…

…but it is scab I encounter and defuse…

…I once had what I’ve considered poison ivy on my shins for over two years…

…I scratched that too…

…until it bled…

…it’d almost go away…

…and then come back…

…finally…

…it cleared up and never came back…

…I was in a wreck in the late 80s…

…just as a precaution I went to the hospital to get checked out…

…the x-rays showed that every vertebrae in my back & neck was broken…

…everyone one with a Crack straight through it…

…some, around the neck…

…even appeared to have chips broken off them…

…but…

…the doctors presumed that they must had been some ancient other injury…or injuries…

…because I could sit up and bend with no pain …

…so stop complaining about your little boo-boo…

…there…

…I’ve kissed it & made it better…

…now, go run & go play…

…and pick up your Legos and ya won’t hurt your feet…

…oh, Granpa…

…you’re the best…

..dang straight…

Just keep your mouth open. One will blow in, perhaps!

Could be a blow fly ignores an empty head.

I’ve never cared much for blow flies.